Cordae — 2 Worlds

[Verse 1: WillTheRapper] Look, ice on my wrist Dirty Sprite in the zip This bitch like my kicks She wanna get hit His bitch on my dick He mad as a bitch But he won't do shit Or else he getting a clip, woah I keep a strap in the whip You catch a shot in the hip And you scared to come back on your strip Or else we put a tax on your shit, woah I keep a strap in the whip You catch a shot in the hip And you scared to come back on your strip Or else we put a tax on your shit [Verse 2: Cordae] Look, I cop a new Bugatti for the few who got me Killing beats is a ruthless hobby You say your shooters copy, never do it sloppy Drum a kit like they do karate I be the first never lied in rap I am a great, no denying that I spit the higher than fire tracks I can't wait to blow up and they say he inquire racks I switch a style and make it easy I changed my friends 'cause they was greedy I'm making money, they pay to meet me I give a fuck if a hater scheming I gotta grind to make every dollar My money stronger than Larry Lobster I work with magic, that Harry Potter You niggas scary, they bury yoppas That money all on my mind Never stolen with time but I ball like LeBron Labels calling my line but I never answered Diesel jeans [?] Bad hoes get to belly dancing Stealing styles get you reprimanded Screaming rest in peace, it's forever branded Had to kill the beat causing hella damage, like woah Niggas would say I'm the hottest topic What's on my mind is a lot of profit (Cash) Never sold dope til I got to college This is not me, man, I gotta stop it Hit my bro [?] 'cause he got the loud Stack up them pennies, no Oscar Proud You smoking dutches, you out of style Bro keep attacking, that's not a foul Semi-automatic, I was never packing Boxing all these haters, I am everlasting Nigga get a beat but never better rapping Get my cheddar stacking, such a clever savage Boy I been a beast since fifteen Nigga wanna say his shit mean All about the grind, I get cream Money all the time, got big dreams [Verse 3: WillTheRapper] They like "Will, you back in this bitch" If she ain't tryna fuck then I'm smacking her bitch They say "Will you don't drink," but I'm smacked in this bitch These munchies too real, bring some snacks in this bitch Got my strap in this bitch 'cause you thinkin' 'bout robbing me Money coming like your boy won the lottery This bitch she follow me then she gon' swallow me Then I just duck her and text her "Don't bother me" Boy I get a lot of cheese, I don't be arguing If you just popping shit, turn you to taco mix I need the money and I need a lot of it If it ain't money I'm not a part of it Niggas keep hating and I don't acknowledge it Beef got a recipe, I put my Glock in it Bitch on my dick while she get to toppin' it Roof on my coop [?] so I'm dropping it, woo [?] [Interlude: Cordae] Ayy, Will, hold up bro We ain't even done yet fool, ayy [Verse 4: Cordae] Nigga I was deep in a deadly drought Was never worried 'bout getting heavy clout Fuck a Jaguar, bring the Chevy's out Niggas want the fame and I'm ready now 'Cause I'm heavy gifted, make a well-decision Couldn't tell the difference [?] vision Screaming fuck the prison, it's a failing system Free my little bro, ring the bell to listen 'Cause the beat dumber, straight speed gunner And my niggas kick it like we be punters I'm a college kid with a street wonder Niggas looking for me but they Steve Wonder Got a lot of dimes like Steve numbers That's Nash nigga, straight cash figures Need a new girl and her ass bigger Killed the fuckin' beat, never blast triggers I'm about the grind and I'm making cash I don't fuck with niggas like Stacy Dash So I hit up Will and he'll spray his ass He was talking crazy, now he racing fast, like...